I crested the stairs to find Fuss and Devra drawing in the living room, Fuss resplendent in a new goldenrod yellow diaper cover waving a picture of Dada he'd had Devra draw.
"Look!" he cried, waving it overhead, "other dada!"
Apparently before my appearance he'd been hugging the picture and declaring his love eternal for Dada, although he was reluctant to reenact the scene for Actual Dada. But three minutes later he climbed into my lap, grabbed my face and said "I love you dada!", a fine consolation prize.
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